CSI Fic: Battlefield (6/11)
Title: Battlefield
Chapter: 6/11
Author: Jedi Princess Clarrisani
Beta: Stalker of Shadows
Additional Helpers:
galuxkitty and
puppytraining
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing(s): Nick/Greg, Grissom/Sara, Warrick/Tina, wishful Catherine/Warrick
Rating: NC-17
Total Word Count: 25, 184
Tag: The storm’s been brewing for some time now.
Summary: With a serial killer on the loose and Greg’s job on the line, Nick finds himself caught up on several battlefields - professional, personal, external and internal…
Disclaimer: Do not own. If I did, you would have found several shots of Nick and Greg in the background creeping out of the supply room after their long bouts of absence…
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Nick had felt like jumping for joy when Greg had bounced into the lab with the results of the tox screen: their victims blood was positive to the presence of chloroform. Even Warrick had seemed relieved, glad to finally have a direction. And with the new findings, Nick was able to secure their warrants.
They had divided up; Warrick and Brass taking Willrock’s home and Bursen’s motel room, while Nick and Greg took the one farthest from the lab - their latest vic, the recently identified Timothy Marsden. They ended up pulling a double as they had searched the houses again, this time knowing what tell-tale signs to look for. And now they knew, they were obvious.
“How do we miss things like this?” Greg asked as he slipped the handkerchief into an evidence bag, looking over at where Nick was recovering a small strip of torn fabric from the heath. “We searched the first two places from top to bottom.”
“Just the matter of narrowing the search, G.” Nick pulled out his pen, labelling the bag. “We were looking for blood, weapons, signs of a struggle. Now we know better, we can find what we need.”
“Right.” Greg slipped the evidence into his kit, straightening and stretching, stifling a yawn. “You realise I’m going to be maxed out on overtime again.”
“You and me both.” Nick closed his kit, nodding toward the door. “Let’s go. I think we’ve got everything we can from here.”
They packed up, Nick resealing the house as Greg set their kits and evidence into the back of Nick’s Denali. Shielding his eyes from the sun, Nick gazed around, noting how secluded the home of their latest vic was, meaning that there was little chance that the neighbours would have noticed anything. Sighing, Nick moved to join Greg, reaching up to rub the back of Greg’s neck. Nick smiled tightly as Greg looked at him.
“We’re probably going to have to work through tonight’s shift before we can crash, G. Think you can handle it?”
“Done it before.” Greg sighed, eyes drifting toward where the sun was already beginning to dip. “I just hope we find something that’ll pinpoint our killer directly.”
“Yeah, I know. Everything we have so far is just coincidental evidence.” Nick raised an eyebrow. “We eh… could always grab a couple of hours sleep before heading back to the lab.”
Greg blinked, a small smile playing across his lips. “What, right here?”
Nick shrugged. “Any objections?”
“No.” Greg smirked, closing the back of the Denali. “One condition, though.”
“Mm?” Nick met his eye. “What’s that?”
“We both sleep on the back seat.”
Nick laughed, moving to the back door and opening it, gesturing for Greg to follow. Nick pulled himself inside, tugging his phone from his belt and setting the alarm to allow them enough time to drive back to the lab before shift officially started.
Greg pulled the car door closed as he settled in beside Nick, tugging off his CSI vest and dripping it onto the front seat, Nick soon following suit with his own vest and gun. They shifted, moving until they were both lying down, Greg complaining that cars needed to be redesigned with room for grown men to lie. Nick asked why - Greg had just smirked.
Nick sighed, closing his eyes, enjoying the feel of Greg’s body pressed against his own. He smiled as he felt fingers in his hair, opening his eyes to find Greg watching him. Nick brought a hand up, trailing his fingertips over Greg’s cheek, feeling a soft shudder as Greg smiled.
Nick met him halfway in the kiss, sucking in a deep breath as once again he found himself in a battle for dominance. This time there was no taste of coffee, instead an ever so faint minty taste Nick put down to the bubble-gum Greg had been chewing a while ago. There was no hesitation, Nick savouring the feel of Greg’s mouth against his, lost in the duel exploration and discovery.
Nick trailed a hand down Greg’s back, tracing the line of Greg’s spine with his fingertips, feeling the muscles twitch beneath his touch. Nick frowned as he felt Greg move to drape a leg over his hips, twisting so that he was straddling Nick from above. He found himself trapped below the younger, Greg never breaking the kiss as he pinched a nipple through the fabric of Nick’s shirt, causing him to hiss.
Only then did Greg break the kiss, Nick opening his eyes to find Greg watching him through half-lidded eyes, Nick unable to stop the shuddering breath from escaping him. Greg smiled, trailing a finger down Nick’s chest and casually flicking the buttons open, Nick making a mental note to ask later how the hell he had done that.
His questions evaporated as Greg lowered himself to place an open-mouthed kiss on the V of Nick’s neck, Nick’s head falling back as he lost himself in the sensation. He gasped as Greg reached up with one hand to flick his thumb over Nick’s nipple, sending a sharp burst of pleasure through Nick’s body.
He forced himself to keep his eyes open, holding Greg’s gaze as the younger slowly made his way down Nick’s chest, continuing to worship Nick’s body as he made his way down. Nick swallowed hard to keep from moaning as Greg made an appreciative sound, hand smoothing over Nick’s abdomen. Nick decided at once that all the time in the gym had paid off.
Nick’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt the tug on his belt, Nick trailing his fingertips over the soft hairs on the back of Greg’s neck as he felt his belt come undone. The button was subjected to Greg’s ‘magic thumb flick’, and Nick heard himself whimper at how loud the zipper sounded in the closed confines of the SUV.
Nick lifted his hips to allow Greg to pull his jeans and briefs down, freeing him. Greg shifted, settling down to kneel on the floor, moving one of Nick’s legs over his shoulder so that he was positioned between Nick’s legs. Nick let out a shuddering breath as he watch him, Nick’s fingers digging into the seat below him as he waited for Greg to make his move.
He didn’t have to wait long, Greg meeting his eye and smirking, leaning forward to lave his tongue over the underside of Nick’s erection. Nick groaned, heading falling back as his eyes fluttered closed, moaning as he felt a warm wetness surround his length. He opened his eyes to find Greg deep-throating him, Greg’s face lost in an intense expression of concentration as he dragged his lips slowly upward, tongue flicking over the tip.
Nick’s hips bucked upward as he tried to drive himself further into that melting heat, but Greg foresaw the move and held him down, seemingly content with torturing Nick. He reached down, catching a handful of Greg’s hair and trying to encourage him to quicken the pace. Greg chuckled around him, amplifying the white heat building in his abdomen.
The world slowly vanished from his mind, Nick’s entire focus on those lips and tongue, Greg seeming to want to drag it out in comparison to Nick’s growing need. All Nick knew was that when it hit, it hit hard and before expected, Nick’s back arching against the seat as he released down Greg’s throat.
He became aware slowly, finding Greg straddling his hips with a silly grin on his face. Greg shrugged, eyes sparkling as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Nick’s, allowing Nick to taste himself. Nick drew Greg closer, returning the kiss as Nick continued to come down from his orgasm.
Nick sighed as Greg continued to press down onto him, dominating. Nick decided to turn things in his favour. He reached down between Greg’s legs, cupping his crouch and squeezing. Greg broke the kiss with a yelp, losing his balance and falling down against Nick. Nick caught him around the waist, using the momentum to drop Greg down against the back of the seat beside him.
Nick pulled himself across and pushed himself up, bringing himself to straddle Greg before the younger could recover. Greg glared up at him as Nick laughed, Nick kissing him hard. After a moment he felt Greg’s hands on his back, trailing down before circling back up beneath Nick’s shirt.
Nick reached down, finding the clasp of Greg’s belt and tugging it free. He fumbled with the button, again making a mental note to have Greg teach him his trick. He gave an internal laugh of triumph when it came undone, Nick making short work of the zipper before sliding his hand inside Greg’s boxers and closing his fingers around Greg’s erection.
Greg broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, body jerking beneath Nick’s as his nails dug into Nick’s back. Nick pressed his lips to Greg’s throat, nipping and sucking at the skin, enjoying the short, sharp keening gasps that escaped the other. Nick drew back, continuing to pump Greg’s length as he took up a position similar to the one Greg had had only minutes before.
Drawing Greg’s jeans and boxers down, Nick replaced his hand with his lips. Greg groaned as Nick got his first taste, savouring the musky, salty taste before dragging his lips down over the velvet texture. He focused his attention on torturing Greg as much as Greg had him, trailing his fingertips lightly over Greg’s balls and rewarded with a shuddering breath around his name.
He trailed his tongue along the underside before taking Greg whole, relaxing his throat to take Greg’s length, knowing that he was proving that he had done this before. He cupped Greg’s balls, squeezing and releasing them in time with the movements of his mouth, holding Greg down with one hand as the younger man bucked against him.
The tightening of Greg’s hands in his hair was Nick’s only warning before Greg came, Nick pulling back slightly so that he could swallow without choking, licking Greg clean before he released him. Nick looked up toward Greg, noting how the other was slumped lifeless against the seat.
Nick pushed himself up, straightening his clothes and doing up his pants, although he left his shirt open. He then redressed Greg before pulling himself up onto the seat, Greg turning his head toward him and sliding a hand up behind Nick’s neck, drawing him into a chaste kiss.
Nick smiled as he and Greg curled up together, Greg taking advantage of Nick’s open shirt to trail his fingertips lightly over the skin. Nick sighed contently, kissing Greg on the forehead and slipping a hand under the hem of Greg’s shirt, stroking his abdomen.
“Hey Nick?”
Nick opened his eyes, looking down at Greg. “Yeah?”
Greg turned his head to meet Nick’s eye. “Would you call me crazy if I said I loved you?”
Nick smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Greg’s eyes. “No, I wouldn’t call you crazy for that.”
Greg grinned. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Nick kissed him, pulling him closer. “We better get some sleep.”
“Yeah.” Greg closed his eyes, snuggling against him. “We should.”
“Mm-hm.”
* * * *
Warrick looked up as they entered the evidence locker with their new samples, Warrick nodding his greeting as he want back to logging his own collection. Nick and Greg lay out their evidence, Nick glancing at Warrick’s and frowning.
“What you find, Rick?”
“Everything I missed first walk through.” He gestured to the individual bags. “Torn jacket, handkerchiefs, tea towels. Found a set of car keys, too.”
Greg blinked. “Car keys?”
Warrick held them up. “BMW. Our vic drove a Jeep.”
“Well, they’re definitely out of place.” Nick nodded toward a slip of paper. “What you got there?”
“Now this you’re going to like.” Warrick picked it up and held it out to Nick. “Found it by the phone. Seems our suspect calls first and arranges to meet out vics.”
Nick looked at him as he took the slip, Greg leaning over his shoulder and reading out loud. “Toni call by, 9pm.”
“Finally. Something solid.” Nick grinned. “How about the other? More notes?”
“Nope. It was the only one. But the guy had notes everywhere.”
Greg frowned. “Was this Burson or Willrock?”
“Burson.” Warrick looked at him. “Why?”
“Hotel room?”
“Yeah.”
Greg looked at Nick. “Who’d stick notes all over a hotel room? I mean, aside from the guy in Memento.”
Warrick and Nick looked at him.
Greg waved it off. “Movie you’ve got to see before you die. But seriously, who?”
“Denis Burson.” Warrick shrugged. “Seen stranger things.”
“Brass looked over that room, didn’t he?” Nick asked.
“Yeah, but I went back later.”
“Ah.” Nick glanced at the evidence he and Greg had collected, narrowing his eyes. It was nowhere near as good as Warrick’s as far as he could see, but they’d have to wait for all the results from testing. “Better get this stuff to Wendy, Hodges and Jacqui. See what we can find.”
“I’ll take the stuff to Wendy.” Greg shrugged when they eyed him. “What? Jacqui’s PMSing and Hodges is getting under my skin about the Ecklie thing.”
Nick raised an eyebrow, shaking his head as he smiled. “I’ll take Hodges then.”
“Great. Leave me with the moody woman.” Warrick rolled his eyes. “I get enough of that at home.”
Greg frowned. “Everything okay, Rick?”
“You worry about yourself, Greggo.” Warrick picked up the bag with the keys, reaching over to clap Greg on the shoulder. “Besides, Nick’s only going to Hodges so the guy can drool all over him.”
Nick shot him a glare. “Hodges does not drool over me.”
Greg smirked. “I’ll get Archie to tape it sometime so you can watch it.”
“I’ll pay for a copy of that.” Warrick grinned. “See you guys in a few.”
* * * *
Nick had been wrong about working through the shift. Before the end of the night they had found themselves in the break room twiddling their thumbs waiting for the lab results that wouldn’t be done til the next night, Grissom coming in and sending them home for some much needed sleep.
Nick had lain awake for some time, mind on the case and Greg. Everything was riding on this case, and Nick had seen Ecklie hovering around Greg not long before Grissom had sent them home. In fact, Nick had a feeling that was why Grissom had sent them home. Greg had said nothing, but the sparkle had been dead in his eyes as the three of them had left the lab and gone their separate ways.
Nick didn’t know exactly when he had fallen asleep, but he woke abruptly at the trill of his phone. He flayed in the semi-darkness of his bedroom, fingers closing around the offending object on his bedside table. Hitting receive, he glanced quickly at the number before bringing it to his ear.
“What’s up, Rick?”
“Greg with you?”
Nick frowned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his other hand. “No, why?”
“Been trying to call him for the last two hours. He’s not answering either of his phones.”
“Why you trying to call him?”
“You don’t know?”
Nick felt his stomach knot. “Know what?”
“Ecklie cornered him earlier. Said if he didn’t work the O’Conner DNA he was going to suspend him.”
“What!?” Nick sat up, ignoring the sharp wave of nausea the movement brought on. “He can’t do that!”
“Yeah, I know. I think that’s why Griss cornered Ecklie later. Anyway, been trying to call Greggo to see how he was and he’s not answerin’.”
Nick let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair and forcing down the lump in his throat. “Maybe he’s just asleep.”
“Well, he must be a pretty damn deep sleeper. I’ve been poundin’ on his front door for half an hour now.”
“You’re at his apartment?”
“Yeah. Which is why I called you.” He heard Warrick let out a long breath. “Greg gave out two keys to his place - one to you and one to Sara, and there is no way in hell I’m calling Sara.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” Nick slid from his bed. “I’m on my way. Be there soon.”
“Don’t break any speed limits.”
TBC...